White Garment turned back, his eyes red, a glimmer of tears barely visible.
How great an injustice could bring the immortal-like White Garment to this?
"I'll go kill those Alien Races right now." Little White Tiger slapped the table. "Hi Dog."
"Round up the boys."
"Yes."
Without another word, the Lei Zis rose, ready to head out and kill.
For no other reason than to vent their anger.
Had the West not stabbed them in the back, the Dragon Kingdom would never have ended up like this.
When the Great Cataclysm first broke out, the Dragon Kingdom had been the first nation to stabilize its situation.
It had also been the nation with the most Awakened in the world.
A single war in the Godforsaken Land had wiped out nearly all the Dragon Kingdom's elite.
"Stop!"
White Garment shouted sternly, "What will killing those representatives change? Will it bring our Pioneers back to life? Will it change the West's impression of the Dragon Kingdom?"
"Then we're supposed to fucking let them insult our Martyrs?" Little White Tiger glared furiously. "I'll keep killing until they admit the Godforsaken Land is ours."
"If one refuses to admit it, I'll kill one. If ten thousand refuse, I'll slaughter ten thousand."
Little White Tiger bristled with fury.
Thick killing intent filled the Small Shop.
Hiding in the Kitchen, the owner and his wife found tears streaming down their faces before they knew it.
"I knew it. With so many people in the Dragon Kingdom, how could we have the fewest Awakened? Those fucking Western bastards."
The owner gripped his cleaver. "If Eighth Master wants to kill, I'll follow him."
"Xiao Jiu, Little Tiger..."
White Garment sat back down at the table and took a deep breath to steady himself. As though talking to himself,